I realize that I am old when I find talking about the weather more interesting than celebrity gossip.
In New England, weather is awesome. Kind of like Forrest Gump’s Box of Chocolates. You never know what you are gonna get.
I like talking about it. So here I go again.
March in New England is cuh-razy. Seriously. That whole in like a lion and out like a lamb? Someone was probably standing in New England when they thought of that one. Couldn’t be truer.
After dealing with a record amount of snow in January, yesterday we just got slammed by rain. All day. And not just a steady rain. I am talking sideways slamming on the window pane pouring down on your roof top rain.
The already melting snow melted more and mixed with the rushing and gushing water to create rivers through my yard, a flood in my basement and yes, even the thrill of another day off for the kiddos. Yup. First time I can remember it, they canceled school today because roads were flooded and busses couldn’t get by.
The rivers in our area had all pretty much been touching the banks by 6 p.m. last night. Mixed with an eerie fog coming off the warming air and colder snow, it was hard to see driving home last night from an event. We drove through the pouring rain in this fog over many bridges in town just to see where the water level was. One particular down the street was licking the bridge that spanned it, threatening to flow up and over. Judging by the sand and debris on the road this morning, it did crest sometime over night.
Orange “Road Closed” signs adorned most streets around here near rivers earlier today. A beautiful field on a river bank that serves as part dog park, part walking trail and part town fields was completely under water this morning. A trip to bring the kids for a Starbucks breakfast treat was interrupted so I could run back home and grab the camera.
Here is my Jimmy Olsen take on things:
Once a field, now a pond.
The other side of the road. What I didn't capture was the pavement that had already been washed away.
A car braving the night fog. Driver likely had no idea he was driving into a river and was washed into the neighboring swamp.
I stood on the road taking those pictures just awed by the sheer power of weather here in our region. My kids felt it too. It was amazing.
Down the ways, once we were settled into Starbucks chowing down, I overheard some people talking to a UPS Man and informing him that one road on his delivery route was completely washed out. Houses collapsed into the river. Cars in the driveway were lost as well. I feel for those people living on the banks of rivers. It’s gotta be scary. I hope they will be okay.
While I know our little rivers around here are nothing compared to, say the Connecticut or the Mississippi, the damage they are able to inflict is awe-inspiring.
It’s that combination of weather, a ton of snow, then the March melt, followed by a daylong torrent of rain that caused this. It’s not typical by any means, but it is New England.
On the weekend, the temperature hit 60 degrees. Today it’s freezing and blustery. Temps in half the state were in the 30s and elsewhere at 50 in some towns. I was getting hit by little hard things that I later realized, even though there was a blue sky, were little pellets of freezing rain. Funny, crazy, wacky weather.
So as New Englanders must go, we roll with it. It’s part of who we are I suspect. We cleared store shelves of snow shovels and roof rakes in the winter and now we buy sump pumps for our basement and stock up on grass seed for our currently underwater yards this spring.
We’ll dodge more rain in April, maybe even more snow, intense summer thunderstorms, temps in the high 90s, horrible humidity, maybe a tornado, maybe hurricane gales come fall. You just never know.
But each spring, we know it is the chance to start all over and revel in the beauty that is New England. From a green and daffodil-filled field, to a summer garden in full bloom, to my favorite, the glorious and colorful leaves against the fall gray sky as backdrop, to the idyllic snow-covered trees in winter.
It’s just glorious here in New England. A little wetter than usual now, but glorious nonetheless.